As Ren headed to his morning training with Lin, Taro entered Wei's classroom with some apprehension.
During the last month, the professor's behavior had been... peculiar.
It wasn't just that he ignored Ren's absence, he seemed to revel in it.
As Taro took his usual seat, he noticed how the professor practically glowed with satisfaction at his friend's absence.
Each class had become a parade of indirect jabs and examples where Ren served as the perfect antagonist.
"As you can see in this diagram," Wei pointed to a cultivation pattern illustration, "this is how mana flows naturally in a well-cultivated beast. With this analyzed information as an argument, we can see how proven methods are superior to the unfounded theories of certain... disruptive elements."
It was the third reference in the first ten minutes of class. Taro had begun keeping a mental count, the current record was twelve "examples" in a single session.
"Observe the difference between correct cultivation and one..." Wei projected two images, "contaminated by baseless ideas."
The constant jokes about fungi, idea-rotters, and infectious theories had become daily bread.
What bothered Taro most wasn't just the lack of professionalism, but how Wei used his position to influence class opinion. With countless comparisons to try to make his teachings sound more convincing.
"Today we'll do something different," Wei announced, finishing his diagram. "I want you to form pairs to study cultivation methodologies for beasts different from your own. Sometimes, an external perspective can spark inspiration."
He made a theatrical pause before adding:
His smile turned malicious. "Though remember to keep your minds open but not so much that they rot. Like those theorists who end up..." he made a dramatic pause, "with mushrooms in their brains."
The class burst into laughter. Wei had carefully cultivated this atmosphere where mocking Ren was the norm.
Taro gripped his pencil tightly. For a respected professor, Wei was behaving more like a child with a personal vendetta.
Taro observed the classroom dejectedly.
He had never been particularly sociable in this class, preferring to keep to himself.
Now, as a known friend of the "Rotting Boy," the possibilities of finding a partner were even more limited.
His gaze briefly met Jin's group by accident.
The tiger boy, surrounded by his usual cronies, gave him a look of disgust so exaggerated it would have been comical in other circumstances.
A soft touch on his shoulder startled Taro.
"Can I be your partner?"
Taro turned to find Luna standing beside his desk.
Her expression was as unreadable as ever, but there was something in her gaze suggesting this wasn't a random choice.
"With me?" the question came out higher-pitched than intended.
Luna, the most promising student in class, wanted to pair with the Rotting Boy's friend?
Luna didn't even dignify him with a look while sitting beside Taro. frёewebηovel.cѳm
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